A Midday Tryst (2)
"You done stripping?"
"Just a moment...! Please wait just a moment...!"
Darian lounged on the bed, watching Freya with lazy amusement as she fidgeted with her back turned, a ridiculously thin blanket draped over her head. His prodding only made her scramble all the more frantically.
Clothes lay scattered across the floor. Undergarments went sailing through the air. It was a clumsy, endearing spectacle utterly at odds with the sharp, composed Freya he knew so well.
"I... I'm done..."
"...I called for my wife, not some little ghost."
"D-don't tease me...!"
Freya had finally finished preparing herself, but she still couldn't bring herself to shed the blanket wrapped around her entire body. Looking for all the world like a half-hearted Halloween costume, she padded over to Darian with tiny, hurried steps.
"Come here."
"..........."
Even her face was veiled behind the blanket like a drawn curtain, but a few strands of white hair peeked out through the gap. Darian caught one between his fingers and gave it a playful twist, then patted his thigh. Freya climbed carefully onto his lap.
"Looking at you now, you're not a ghost at all — you're a bride. Veil and everything... Want to marry me?"
"I already have, thank you very much...?"
Darian slipped a hand into the opening and gently tugged the blanket down. Freya's eyes met his, her face flushed a deep red.
The moment he pushed the hood-like covering aside, the blanket lost its hold and slid to the floor with a soft rustle.
Smooth skin. A slender jawline. A delicate neck and the sharp ridge of her collarbones. Below that, her bare body slowly came into view.
Her breasts were full enough to leave no doubt she had nursed two children — and yet they still rose firm and proud, their beautiful volume undiminished by time. The porcelain-white skin of her chest was so fine that the blue veins branching beneath it stood out in clear relief.
A little lower, and even setting the size of her breasts aside, her areolae bloomed in a soft, tender pink like the first flush of spring — like the calyx of a flower.
And where there is a calyx, there must be a bud.
Her inverted nipples, still tucked away as though it was not yet time to bloom, parted their soft flesh just enough to peek out and greet Darian.
"Hyaah?!"
For a moment Darian felt the urge to press a finger into those little buds — but instead he settled his hands lightly on the curve of her waist.
His palms found a smooth, flawless waistline without a single ounce of excess. The cool touch of his hands made Freya's body jump with a light shiver.
He didn't stop there. His hands traveled lower still.
Her thighs were a gathering of soft flesh, plump and springy with elasticity. When he shifted one hand behind her and squeezed her peach-ripe backside, her flesh swelled up between his fingers in soft, rounded mounds.
"Can you feel it? I'm ridiculously turned on right now."
"Ah..."
Darian ran his hands freely over her body and pulled her flush against him, murmuring into her ear. Freya could feel it then — the hot, hard presence pressing against her lower belly.
It was like some legendary spear forged from a dragon's fang. The scorching rod that had been jabbing into her abdomen for some time now was so hot she half expected it to burn her.
"Touch it. Like you did before."
"......."
As Freya's pupils widened at the sensation prodding her belly, Darian smiled and kept whispering.
Following his words, Freya hesitantly moved her hand toward him and took hold of it.
It's hotter than last time...
Compared to the two previous occasions she had touched him, Darian's manhood was far harder, far hotter — throbbing against her palm as it stood fully erect.
"Can you do what you did last time? One more time?"
"Last time...?"
"You know. Like when that old bastard came barging in to interrupt."
"Ahh......"
"This time there's no one to interrupt. You can do it properly, right?"
"....*gulp*."
When Darian brought up the incident in the study and asked her to "serve" him the same way again, Freya swallowed hard without meaning to. She slowly climbed down from his lap and set her feet on the floor.
"Nnh...!"
And then she sank to her knees — and the same view she had seen under the desk in the study filled her vision once more.
Darian's cock, twitching right in front of her face.
His flushed glans bobbed in the air as though it could barely hold on, clear precum welling and dripping from the tip in thick beads.
C-can I even do this properly...? I barely remember what happened last time...
She tried to recall the past with that massive cock right before her eyes, but her body had moved on its own back then, and nothing useful came to mind.
I think... I used my tongue first.
"...Hrlp... mmph... shlurp..."
Still, Freya fumbled to reconstruct what little she could remember. She carefully stuck out her tongue and began licking slowly from the head.
Something salty... and a strange taste that makes my head feel hot...
At first she only flicked her tongue out timidly, but once she started licking Darian's cock, she grew bolder by degrees. She ran her tongue along the shaft, took the head into her mouth for a moment — and once the switch flipped, she began working with real enthusiasm.
Fuck, that's adorable.
Darian's expression barely changed as he watched her, but inside he was cheering. Freya started out diligently trying her best for his sake, then gradually lost herself in the act of licking him. Every so often she would glance up anxiously, checking whether she was doing it right — and the moment her eyes met his, she would hurriedly duck her head again and go back to sucking. It was so cute, so pure, so completely unlike her usual professional, self-assured self that the gap was almost overwhelming.
"At this rate, though, it's gonna take forever."
"Mmph... what? What do you me— mmph?"
But her efforts were nowhere near enough to satisfy the cock that had been aching for release. Darian put force into the hand resting on her head and pushed his length deep into her mouth.
I-it's too big...! I can't... I can't breathe...!?
What had felt like licking a piece of candy a moment ago now filled her entire mouth, cutting off her air with a sudden choke.
"Hang in there a little longer."
"Mmph—ghk—mmph—ughk—!"
At the same time, Darian gripped her head and began slowly rolling his hips. His cock drove deep into her throat and pulled back, over and over.
I can't breathe, and my head is going fuzzy... my jaw hurts too...
But... I don't hate it...
Freya was taking it roughly from Darian. Rather than thrashing in resistance, though, she began moving her head in time with his rhythm. The pain and the choking mattered less than the way his cock swelled and pulsed faster inside her mouth — and a strange satisfaction began to bloom in their place.
"Ah... it's coming... ah..."
Freya's tongue coiled around him, and her soft throat clamped down tight. Darian's cock surged hard as his release began to build.
"It's okay if I come, right?"
"....*nod*."
With his climax already at the brink, Darian's words were less a request than a notice — and Freya nodded.
"Nnh... I'm—coming...!!"
Brrrt—spurt—brrrrt—
Darian shoved himself all the way into the depths of her throat and unloaded thick, milky seed.
"...*gulp*...*gulp*..."
Darian's whole body shuddered with the force of his orgasm. Freya said nothing, only kept swallowing the semen flooding past her throat.
"...Haa."
"...Pah! Cough! Cough!"
When Darian finally withdrew his spent cock, Freya gasped desperately for the air that had been cut off, coughing hard as her body heaved.
"You okay? I think I got a little too rough..."
Pleasure was pleasure, but watching her like that made him wonder if he'd gone too far. He gently stroked her back.
"....I-I swallowed it all... Hee—"
Tears pricked at the corners of Freya's eyes from the way her throat had been stretched, but she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him — every last drop of the semen he'd poured into her was gone.
Not a single trace remained inside her mouth, only the heat of her breath and the soft, glistening movement of her tongue. She sat on the floor looking up at him with sparkling eyes, as though waiting to be praised.
It was so lewd, so thoroughly feminine, that it was almost possible to forget Freya had ever been a man.
"Yeah? Good."
"Ah...? H-honey...?"
Darian, who had frozen for a beat at her words, pulled her into a gentle embrace — then scooped her up in one smooth motion.
Thump—
"Kyaah?!"
He tossed her onto the bed, drawing a thin little scream from her.
"I feel bad just taking, so I'll do you too."
"Do me what— H-honey?! Wait! Not there!!?"
Darian settled between her legs and spread them open. Freya, still dazed, jolted in shock.
Her legs parted wide, revealing the hidden cleft she had kept carefully concealed. Between smooth, porcelain skin, her plump folds swelled softly along the delicate split — like a ripe clam parting its shell.
Schlick—
When he gently parted those outer lips with his fingers, her pink inner flesh came into view, and from the twitching entrance of her sex, clear nectar flowed without end.
"D-don't look...! It's embarrassing!"
With her pussy laid completely bare, Freya flushed scarlet and strained to close her thighs — but Darian's grip held them firmly apart, and her strength was nowhere near enough.
"It's prettier than mine, honestly. I might even get a little jealous of this part."
"What? I don't know anything about that!"
"Sniff, sniff — what's this? Why does it smell like roses down here too?"
"Roses?! Stop it already...! This is far too embarrassing!"
When Darian actually brought his nose close and sniffed at her sex, Freya completely lost control of her expression. She covered her face with both hands and let out a shrill cry.
"....*lick*."
"Hnnngh?!♡♡♡♡"
Without the slightest warning, Darian's tongue swept lightly across the entire length of her cleft — and Freya's hips bucked hard.
"Ah... aah...!?...Hah...♡"
H-he just licked me with his tongue? What is this...? I've never felt anything like this before...!?
A crackling jolt of pleasure erupted from between her legs as though someone had run an electric current through her. Freya's eyes went wide at a sensation she had never experienced in her life.
"What, you've never even masturbated?"
"I... I have, but... n-not like this..."
"You have? How?"
"Why would you ask that in a situation like this?!"
"I'm curious. Tell me. How did you touch yourself?"
"Th-that's... do you really have to hear it...?"
"Yeah. I really want to know."
Her flustered reaction only sharpened Darian's curiosity. Freya turned her head sharply away and hesitated.
"Well... p-putting anything inside was scary, so... s-sometimes... when no one was around... against the edge of the desk in the study... just a little... yes..."
Under Darian's prodding, she finally stammered out a confession of her private habits. Even after becoming a woman, even after everything that had happened with Darian, Freya had still been too frightened to put anything inside herself. In the dead of night when no one was around, she would grind her crotch against the corner of her desk, clamping a hand over her mouth as she chased her pleasure.
"What are you, some middle-school girl who just discovered porn?"
"B-but...! I was a man, you know?! I've never done anything like this...!"
Her confession conjured the image of a fresh-faced teenage girl, and when Darian said as much, Freya protested with genuine indignation. She had lived more than forty years as a man. Even after suddenly becoming a woman, she had always been the one doing the inserting — never the one being entered. Grinding against a desk corner had been the best she could manage.
"Alright. I'll make you feel even better than that."
"Haah♡♡ Wait..!? Don't— don't use your tongue...♡♡♡♡"
Darian grinned at her protest and went right back to working his tongue. Sweet, helpless moans began spilling from Freya's lips.
He licked the full length of her folds, then fixated on the swollen pearl of her clit with relentless focus. Every time he did, Freya's plaintive cries broke free and her thighs tensed hard.
I wonder how this feels.
Schliiick—
"Nngh♡♡ Don't— don't put your tongue in...♡♡ I don't want it♡♡♡♡"
When he carefully pushed his tongue into her twitching entrance, Freya planted both hands on his head and shook her own from side to side. Proper words no longer came out of her mouth.
Her inner walls clamped around his tongue just as tightly as they had around his fingers. Every time he stirred and scraped along the ceiling of her passage, the fingers in his hair trembled and clenched hard.
Schlick—schlick—schlick—schlick—
"Ah♡ No♡ I don't know♡ I'm scared♡♡ Hyaah♡♡ My head feels weird♡♡♡♡"
Darian's tongue grew faster and more relentless, and with every stroke the nectar pouring from Freya's hole began to gush like a fountain.
"Ah, aah...! S-something's coming...! I'm scared....♡ My head is tingling...♡♡♡♡"
Under Darian's cunnilingus, Freya's hips began to lift off the bed. In genuine panic she clamped her thighs around his head and cried out.
A hot pulse from her lower belly spread through her entire body. From the tips of her fingers and toes, a crackling sensation rose like static electricity.
It was a sensation she had never once felt as a man — something vast and terrifying and enormous bearing down on her. Fear and bewilderment tangled with a pleasure greater than either, and Freya was lost in it.
"Ah... aah... I-I'm... I'm... I'm... I'm coming♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Spurt—fwoosh—spurt—fwoosh—spurt—
Her body and thighs clenched tight, and the nectar that had been welling up like a spring erupted in a full fountain.
"Gh..hnn♡ Hiihk...♡ Hiihk...♡ Haauh...♡ Hauh...♡ Heuh...♡ Heuuh...♡♡"
Rustle—
The grip that had seized Darian's hair without her realizing gradually loosened, and the thighs that had locked around his head fell open.
J-just now... that was a woman's climax...? Everything went white, and my head is spinning...
Breathing hard through the aftershocks of her first orgasm as a woman, Freya trembled. It was nothing like climaxing as a man. Doubt and craving, terror and ecstasy — contradictory emotions tore through her mind in a chaotic storm.
But... if just being licked with a tongue feels like this... th-then if...
Something occurred to Freya then.
Everything so far had been nothing more than a taste. The main event hadn't even begun — and if she was already this spent—
S-sex... how good must that feel...?
"Looks like you've loosened up enough... shall we get started?"
"....*gulp*."
I... I might never be able to go back to being a man...
Even a simple round of oral had drained her completely. And now she could feel Darian's scorching cock rubbing against her thigh. Freya's lips trembled without her meaning them to.